It’s amazing how two weeks have nested a family so big that dots over the world. I have returned home only this morning and I am terribly missing all of you at Mosaic Summit 2013. The early morning walks (and sometimes runs :P) for breakfast at Greenwich to the sessions at Queen Ann Hall with all the amazing speakers, the friendships we have made, the grand visit to Clarence House to meet HRH The Prince of Wales and so many more keep coming back to my mind now. It was a privilege how Prince Charles made the time to meet and speak to everyone of us. I was amazed by how Princess Badiya recognized me at once at the Clarence House. This is the first time I have met someone with such a sharp memory or the likes of her effort to remember people! A week to the trip, we moved to Cambridge, the city of colleges and universities and great architectures. Binna and
Following is an excerpt from my internship report submitted after my bachelors:
It has been a wonderful passage of time during my baccalaureate at the University of Liberal Arts Bangladesh. I had first tried to enrol in ULAB in 2007 with a single subject in my Advance Level. I did not qualify. I required a minimum of two subjects to be eligible for enrolment in the university. After a long gap of studies because of work and financial constraints, I finally took the courage in fall of 2009 to start my undergrad. It still looked a long way – four years of full time education! As I reach completion of my undergrad I must mention few persons who have constantly supported me in my endeavours, kept my spirit up and who I am indebted to. Firstly, I am grateful to my Amma for her support, encouragement, prayers and celebration at every little success that I achieved in my life. She has been the most caring mother, who would wake up early in the morning to make sure I took breakfast before leaving for school and would stay up late until I arrived from my office. I remember my late father on this day for his wishes and efforts at seeing me excel and shine in my education and career. I acknowledge the support of my former features editor at New Age, Mubin S Khan for sparing me during office hours to do my classes. I am thankful to my best friend Syed Tashfin Chowdhury, for his constant support, for cracking all the bad jokes to cheer me up, for listening to my ranting and venting, and being an inspiration in many ways. Lastly but not the least, I am grateful to the management of ULAB, for providing me with a scholarship to fulfil my undergrad studies.
Read my post from three years ago when I first started my bachelors:
Right now, right here, where am I
It’s little over a month I have joined the university to finally complete my undergrad after a gap of four long years. Where have I been all these years? After quitting one at the end of 2005, I have been working at another English national newspaper in Bangladesh. This has been a great journey so far. I have been exploring new things, stumbling into new areas, like crime, politics, human rights, environment, heritage, arts, artists and personalities and many other acquaintances.
I have been enjoying the life of a journalist thoroughly for the freedom it lets to knowing everything from the scratch. That’s why they are called the jack of all trades.
Now coming back to education, so far, it’s been great going. I have the last midterm of three left for the first semester. The performance hasn’t been bad either.
But this is where I fear the pressure and workload to intervene into an otherwise sincere and committed working lifestyle. I have a constant fear and struggle about whether I will be able to live up to both the ends – work and studies.
Finance was of course a reason why I couldn’t finish my graduation by now but the lagging also owes to the freedom and independence in journalism that I became accustomed to.
In spite of a cancerian nature of constantly feeling forlornly, here I am being an optimist about life. After the long break from academic education, I have made up my mind to finish it. I do feel the pressure and fear it to be worse in the future but there is a persistent hope that I will be able to tackle it.
It’s just that I have been reminded once again, that once you come to this world, except your family, you are basically all by yourself. No matter how much you do for you work, no matter how sincere and committed you have been to your work, at the end of the day, the satisfaction remains with you.
When a force responsible for the protection of civilians becomes the enemy itself there really remains no resort. It’s a force that has emerged extra-judicially for extrajudicial purposes. Over the last five years since its inception, it has become so powerful, that now it is literally a threat to the public. It is a public enemy. It considers no sanity, no humanity. There can be no critic, no criticism about it. It considers itself above the law.
Today when a news reporter is detained and insanely tortured because of working for a vocal newspaper like the New Age, I really find no justice being there for any civilian. He was tortured for his editor has been a strong critic and protestant of the actions of the state security forces. If this is the treatment of a reporter, than I fear, how many civilians are everyday implicated on false charges for personal and political vendetta.
It loses all the more trust and respect for our law enforcement, when I find out about how it implicates innocent people with criminal charges. I am disgusted by how low our law enforcers have gone down. I am disgusted by how they are turning worse than our criminals. I am frustrated and devastated by the fact that our law enforcers go on to plant drugs, women and arms to falsely implicate people for personal revenge or political vendetta.
I am devastated by their sheer denial of bringing someone into custody, torturing him and yet denying his detention until releasing him innocent. Their apologies sound like a hard pinch on the skin because of the ruthless torture they bring on an individual. It indeed feels a mockery when despite being tortured ruthlessly, one has to accept an apology at the end of the day for the merciless attitude brought on him unjustly by the law enforcers.
There is a limit to supporting the actions of certain forces. They cross all thresholds all the time. It seems we are paying our taxes to the government wishing for our death.